Monday, March 09, 2009

Propelled by curiosity

I wrote another poem last night and a rough draft of another today. I have found myself, quite to my surprise, working on a collection.

I don't know where this will lead, but for now I have solved the problem I so often have during the school year of not being able to dedicate myself to writing.

At least I am producing something and not going into a long fallow period from which it takes time to recover and begin to produce again.

I really have my haiku project to thank for this. Writing each haiku without worrying over whether or not it is "good" has kept me close to my creative life.

In the past I have been stopped from writing because of personal expectations of greatness. In allowing myself to let each haiku "go" as soon as it is written, I have created a body of thoughts that seem worth working with. I feel excited about the writing, rather than dread (which I often feel when I approach my work).

I think the dread comes from fear of failure. I am trying to be more joyful in my approach to the work. Not that it means I'm writing "happy" poems, but I am enjoying the process of writing. I find myself anticipating my next move. I feel propelled forward by curiosity.


ggw07 said...

Yes! So good to hear! It's about keeping the momentum going!
Certainly noted the diamonds in the rough along the way!

Wenda said...

Hurray for your haikus. What keeps your creativity alive has the added bonus of inspiring others, too.



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